Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-03-21
4 SALVE FOR ALL Sores.
If No Man Cares for Your Soul 1t is
Because You Give No One
a Chance.
A Physical Mishap Brings the World
to YOur Aid Because the Injury
Can't be Concealed.
In a Wound of Mind or Heart as much
Sym pathy Would be Afforded If the
World Knew of Your Suffering.
Special to the Gazette.

Special to the Gazette.
KANSAS CITY, Mo-, March 20.-The
Rev. T. Dewitt Talmage, DID,, preached
in the Second Presbyterian church of
this place this morning. He arrived
here yesterday from st. LOUIS, and is
stopping over Sunday, on his way TO
Topeka, Kan. After eXpounding an ap-
propriste chapter he gave out the hymn
beginning:
Jesus, lover Of my SOUL
Let me to Thy bosom fly.
His subject was "Cheer for the Dis
heartened," and his text, Psalm xiii, +,
''No man cared for my SOUL" Dr.. Tai
mage said:
David, the rubicund lad, had become
the battle-wOrn warrior. Three thou
sand armed men in pursuit of him, he mad
hidden in the cave of EDgedi, near the
coast of the Dead sea. Utterly tagged
out with the pursuit, as you have often
been W. m out with the trials of life, he
sat down and cried out: ono man cared
for my soul"
If you should fall through a hatchway
or slip from scaffOldiDg or drop through
8 skylight, there would be hundreds of
people who would come around and pick
up your body and carry 1t to the home or
to the hospital. | saw g great crowd of
people in the street and l asked, "What is
the matter?" and | found out that poor
labOring man had fallen under Sunstroke,
and all our eyes were filed with tears at
the thought of his distracted Wife and his
desOlated home. We are all sympathetic
with physical disaster, but how little sym
patty for spiritual woes! There are men
in this house who have come to mid
life who have never yet been
once personally accosted about their
eternal welfare. a great sermon dropped
into an audience of hundreds Of thousands
will do its work; but if this world is ever
to be brought to God it will be through
little sermons preached to private Chris
tians, TO an audience of one. The sisters
letter pOstmaTked at the Yillage-the word
uttered in your hearing, half OF smiles
and half OF teaTS-Lhe religious postscript
to business Ietter-the card left at the
door when you had some kind of trouble
the anxious look of some one across
church aisle while an earnest sermon was
being preached, swung you into the king
dom of God. But there are hundreds of
people Ia this house who will take the
word that David used in the past tense,
and employ it in the present tense, and
cry out: 'NO man cares for my soul"
You feel as you 60 out day by day in the
tug and lOstle OF life that it is every man
for himself. You can endure the pres
sure OF commercial affairs, and would
consider it almost impertinent for
anyone to ask you whether
you are making or losing
money. But there have been times WheH
you would have drawn your check for
thousands of dollars if some one would
he n mi #
ties. There are questions about your
higher destiny that ache, and distract,
and agOniZe you AT times. Let no one
suppose that because you are busy all day
with hardware, or dry goods, or groceries,
or grain, that your thoughts are no longer
than your yardSuCk, and sop atthe brass
headed nails OF the store counter. When
you speak once about religious things
you think five thousand times. They call
you wording. You ere not a world
ling. . course, you are Industrious and
keep busy, but you have had your eyes
opened TO the realities of the next world.
You ere not a fool. You kuow better than
any one can tell you that few years
at most Will wind up your
earthly engagements, and that you will
take residence in a distant sphere where
all your business adrOitnesS would be a
superiority. You sometimes think till
your head aches about great religious
subjects. You go down the street with
your eyes fixed on the pavement, Obvious
OF the passing multitudeS, your thoughts
gone on eternal expedition. You wonder
II the Bible is true, how much of it is
literal and how much is tigurative, if
Christ be God, if there is anything like
retrlbution, if you are immortal, if
TA,11- ION H.,
the occupation of your departed kindred
is, what you will be ten thopsaud years
from now. With 8 cultured plaCidity of
cOuntenance you are on fire with agits-
tiOns Of soul. On, this solitary anxiety
OF your whole lifetime! You have sold
goods TO or bought them from Christian
people for ten years, and they nave never
whispered one word of spiritual counsel.
You hsve passed up and down the aisles
OF churches with men who knew that you
had no hope OF heaven, and talked shout
the weather, and about your physical
health, snd about everything but that
concerning which you most wanted TO
hear them speak, namely, your everlast-
ing spirit. Times without number you
have felt in your heart, if you have not
uttered il with your lips: "NO man
cares for my souI.''
There have been times when you were
especially pliable on the great subject of
religion. IL was so, for instance, after
you had lost your property. You had a
great many letters blowing you up for be-
ing unfortunate. You showed that there
had been concstenation of circumstan- |
ceS and that your insolvency was no fault
of yours. Your creditors talked to you
as though they would have 100 cents on
the dollar orsyour life. Protest after pro |
test tumbled il on your desk. Men who !
used TO take your hand with both of
theirs aud shake it violently, now pass /
you on TIE street with an almost impeT- !
ceptible nod. After six or eight hours of
scalding Business anxiety you 90 home, |
and you SMUT the doOrand throw yourself |
onthe SOFA, ana you feel in state OF de- !
sp&ir. Yen wish that some one would !
come in ana Or ak up the gioom Every |
thing seems to be against you. The bsnk |
against you. Your creditors against I
you. Your friends, suddenly become crit /
zeal, against you. All the past against !
you, All the future against you. You |
make reproaChful outcry: "No man
cares for my soul"
There was smother occasion when all
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